Following are some of the little stories that Margaret Gebarowski remembers hearing over the years. Margaret, her brother Charles, and her parents, Fenton and Marion Downing Barrett, lived with Charlie and Estelle.

Grandpa would sit on the back porch, tapping the floor with his cane. Grandma would call: "Charlie, quit that pecking!"

Grandpa raised pigs as well as cattle, and kids. Leland and Marion being the youngest played a lot together. One day when sliding down a new straw stack, they decided to try to slide a little pig down. They did several times, 'til one 0f them caught his foot or something and went end over end and broke the pig's, neck. Needless to say, they stopped. When Grandpa came in that night, he said, "Stel, a steer must have stepped on one of the pigs and broke his neck out by the straw stack" • Nothing more said.

Grandma told about Emery and Chuck locking the Gypsy peddler in the out house and then going back to work in the' fields. Grandma had to let him out.

Emery left the horses standing in the field, while he answered nature's call.

Up in a tree something frightened the horses. They ran away with the plow behind. He had to explain to Grandpa.

Nora wanted some gold fish. When Grandpa asked her where she would keep them, she told him "under the bed". He answered, "Norie, gold fish can't live in salt water".

When just a little girl, Marion got mad at Ransom and Nora because they wouldn't take her on their wedding trip. She ran away and got lost in the corn field.

When he was a young man, Lou was involved in a hunting accident. According to Grandpa, Lou got shot in the thigh because he hunted crows on Sunday.

When Oliver Titsworth died, Marion, Leland and Fannie went to Flint to the funeral. Upon arriving in the city, they went to a florist to arrange for flowers and to get directions to the funeral home. They found the place and went in and up front to view the remains. It was a red haired woman rather than an elderly man. They did eventually find the right place in time for the funeral.

Grandma set her pans of milk in the cellar way on shelves. She skimmed the milk in the morning. One morning she skimmed the cream into a crock and promptly emptied it into the swill pail which was waiting for the skimmed milk. She threw the cream skimmer and said, "Oh, shit a meat axe!" Grandpa said, "What's the matter, Stel?" She told him. He said, "That cream won't hurt the pigs at all."